Every day hath toil and trouble,

Every heart hath care;

Meekly bear thine own full measure,

And thy brother’s share,

Fear not, shrink not, though the burden

Heavy to thee prove;

God shall fill thy mouth with gladness,

And thy heart with love.

2 Patiently enduring, ever

Let thy spirit be

Bound, by links that can not sever,

To humanity.

Labor, wait! thy master labored

Till his task was done;

Count not lost thy fleeting moments—

Life hath but begun.

3 Labor! wait! though midnight shadows

Gather round thee here,

And the storm above thee lowering

Fill thy heart with fear—

Wait in hope! the morning dawneth

When the night is gone,

And a peaceful rest awaits thee

When thy work is done.